Psalms 63
1 A psalm of David when he was in the desert of Edom. O God, my God, to thee do I watch at break of day. For thee my soul hath thirsted; for thee my flesh, O how many ways!
Zabbuli ya Dawudi, bwe yali mu ddungu lya Yuda. Ayi Katonda, oli Katonda wange, nkunoonya n’omutima gwange gwonna; emmeeme yange ekwetaaga, omubiri gwange gwonna gukuyaayaanira, nga nnina ennyonta ng’ali mu nsi enkalu omutali mazzi.
2 In a desert land, and where there is no way, and no water: so in the sanctuary have I come before thee, to see thy power and thy glory.
Nkulabye ng’oli mu kifo kyo ekitukuvu, ne ndaba amaanyi go n’ekitiibwa kyo.
3 For thy mercy is better than lives: thee my lips shall praise.
Kubanga okwagala kwo okutaggwaawo kusinga obulamu; akamwa kange kanaakutenderezanga.
4 Thus will I bless thee all my life long: and in thy name I will lift up my hands.
Bwe ntyo nnaakutenderezanga obulamu bwange bwonna; nnaayimusanga emikono gyange mu linnya lyo.
5 Let my soul be filled as with marrow and fatness: and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips.
Emmeeme yange enekkutanga ebyassava n’obugagga; nnaayimbanga nga nkutendereza n’emimwa egy’essanyu.
6 If I have remembered thee upon my bed, I will meditate on thee in the morning:
Nkujjukira nga ndi ku kitanda kyange, era nkufumiitirizaako mu ssaawa ez’ekiro.
7 Because thou hast been my helper. And I will rejoice under the covert of thy wings:
Olw’okuba ng’oli mubeezi wange, nnyimba nga ndi mu kisiikirize ky’ebiwaawaatiro byo.
8 My soul hath stuck close to thee: thy right hand hath received me.
Emmeeme yange yeekwata ku ggwe; omukono gwo ogwa ddyo gumpanirira.
9 But they have sought my soul in vain, they shall go into the lower parts of the earth:
Naye abo abannoonya okunzita balizikirizibwa, baliserengeta emagombe.
10 They shall be delivered into the hands of the sword, they shall be the portions of foxes.
Balisaanawo n’ekitala; ne bafuuka emmere y’ebibe.
11 But the king shall rejoice in God, all they shall be praised that swear by him: because the mouth is stopped of them that speak wicked things.
Naye ye kabaka anaajagulizanga mu Katonda; bonna abalayira mu linnya lya Katonda banaatenderezanga Katonda, naye akamwa k’abalimba kalisirisibwa.
